Dearest Perfect Mango

Dearest perfect mango
on the highest branch,
though I cannot reach you,
my poet’s soul is fed
by your ripened flame.
From my hammock vantage,
I contemplate your magic
while it happens.
and the simple sight of you
quiets all my hungers.

Tonantzin Has My Back

In the grotto at Tonaltonko1,
waist deep in her thermal waters,
I leaned against her form
on the wall of the ancient cave.
Resting my head between
her vast stone breasts,
to Tonantzin I surrendered
my weight and my heavy heart.

Her form on the wall was a poem,
and when I pressed my back against her,
it spoke its meaning within me.
Her hieroglyph in bas-relief
sent its message echoing
all along my bones.
Forgive the past.
Move forward, forward.

 Great Mother Tonantzin2,
whose temple at Tepeyac
became the shrine of Guadalupe,
spoke in my bones at Tonaltonko.
There in the dark of her cave,
the Goddess of Light
bathed me, forgave me, immersed me
in epiphanies and grace–

and propelled me out to share her love.

©Susa Silvermarie 2017

1 Aztec name for area presently known as Tolantongo: canyon river and caves in Hidalgo, Mexico

2 In classical Aztec mythology and among present-day Nahuas, Tonantzin is an honorific title meaning Our Lady or Great Mother, from to, nuestro; nāntli, madre; tzīntli, reverential diminuitive. She was worshipped at her temple on Tepeyac Hill, Mexico City, and much later, in 1531, reappeared there as Our Lady of Guadalupe to Juan Diego Cuauhtlatoatzin (the talking eagle).

Paying Her Smile Forward

She always had her smile on, and I never understood what it was in me that withdrew from it. On July 13, 2017  at 3:56 PM, my friend left her smile and her body behind. Now I begin to understand.

I came from a family that put on a serious face for the world, even though at the private supper table we kids could snort milk out our nose when Mom did her Mr. Magoo or Lucille Ball impersonations. I got the unspoken message that it was impolite to be happy in public. Happiness on the street? That would be like sex on the street. Or peeing. Or sleeping. Smiles for no REASON? What’s the matter, you hiding something? Are you sick in the head? Adults don’t smile in public and if you want to be taken seriously, girl, then BE serious!

I have a strong funny bone. My son knows it. My lovers have known it. But in the world? Not on your life. I learned to keep my joy on the QT, as my Mom would say. So this friend with the constant smile irritated the hell out of me. What right did she have to show her joy that way, to be public like a frog, as Emily Dickinson had it.

Well I was envious, that’s what. My dear friend was demonstrating something I wanted, something the girlchild in me fiercely wanted. To be free to show my joy, to release my fear of being belittled for grinning or skipping or loving life. Life was SERIOUS. Didn’t my friend know that? She made me crazy mad with her smile—that she could get away with it!

Now that she has left her smile behind with her body, I suddenly feel capable of emulating her, instead of being annoyed. Remember the iconic movie Pay It Forward? I feel my friend passing her smile forward to me, so I can pass it forward to the world. I hereby intend to let my happiness out onto my face! I’m 70 effing years old—it’s high time I dispensed with the serious demeanor and let the girlchild inside me out to play in the public streets, smiling whenever she wants, for NO REASON at all, for the delight of how a smile feels on my own face. And when they say, What are you up to? I’ll tell them I’m paying my friend’s smile forward.

My friend, I caught it, I caught your smile. Lots of us did. Fly away into the arms of the Goddess, sweet woman. Go on, we’ll carry your smile forward. Swim grinning into the next good thing. Lula, thanks for your example.

Tolantongo River Canyon

About 350 miles east and slightly north from where I live in Ajijic Mexico is a box canyon that has walls as high as 1640 feet. There are two grottos at the canyon’s closed end, out of which flows a volcanically-heated river. Around these two openings, warm waterfalls flow down the steep canyon walls. The Tolantongo River, colored milky blue by mineral salts as it passes through the mountain and flows along the canyon floor, is also the name of the canyon and the tourist complex established there. The warm-water river has a seemingly endless series of small rapids and pools in which to bathe.

The name derives from the Nahuatl tonaltonko. In 1975 when this Eden was promoted by the magazine “Mexico Desconocido” the name was misspelled and that is how it “officially” got the name Tolantongo. Some English sites have translated it as Home Where It Feels Warm and some as Hot Water in Movement. Researching a bit deeper, I have found that the original Nahuatl word tonal is used to refer to the Sun God, and not to the heat of the water at all. Another significance of tonal in Nahuatl is the animal double or companion animal of a person, often now referred to as one’s power animal! All this to say that this place is much more profound than a usual tourist resort. The sense of sacred is palpable.

Inside the largest grotto, about half the size of a tennis court and 33 feet high, and from which emerges the flow of the river, the temperature is notably elevated. The cave’s great ceiling and grand walls are full of female-form stalactites and stalagmites, hundreds of breast and vagina shapes, and many other natural sculptures. One is showered by warm water that sprays out from the walls and ceiling. The water comes through a complex series of canals inside the mountain that heat it from 68 to 100 degrees Fahrenheit, though the water outside the grotto and in the river itself is tepid rather than hot. In both grottos, one can listen to the echoes of the waterfalls inside the mountain.

Some as tall as two story buildings, fuzzy cacti without arms called “viejos” (old ones) (Cephalocereus senilis) stand sentinel on the slopes of the canyon. The lush green mountains surrounding the area are covered with spherical shapes and remind me of Artemis (Diana) of Ephesus, the Goddess of a Thousand Breasts.

photography by Susa Silvermarie
Artemis of Ephesis

The high peaks are often shrouded in mist.

photography by Susa
Power Animal photo by Susa

There is a book about the area by journalist Enrique Rivas Paniagua, a book whose title is translated as That Which the Wind has Left Us: Leaves of Hidalgan Native Land. (Lo que el Viento nos Dejo: Hojas de Terruño Hidalguense) The poetry of the title conveys perhaps a drop of the stunning poetry of the Tolantongo River and its canyon.

The area has been inhabited by various indigenous peoples in the past including the Otomi, the Mexica, the Toltecs and the Tepehua. Part waterpark, part spa, and part nature preserve, Tolantango is also a co-0p resort with an unusual managerial structure. It owes its existence not to any governmental or corporate entity but to the local people.  “The grottos and the resort belong to an association formed by the 112 families that own the ejido, a type of communal property. All workers belong to these ejido families and dress similarly, no matter what their job.[ While certain jobs do pay more, these rotate among members. Each family gets a vote in the affairs of the ejido. The project, launched in the 1970s with neither outside expertise nor government help, still functions without outside resources. A percentage of the resort’s profits are reinvested back into the enterprise. The ejido association, one of the most successful in the country, has preserved the ejido land around the resort in its natural state.

photography by Susa Silvermarie
Passage photo by Susa

The tourist brochures advertise the complex of four hotels and many restaurants, the long and thrilling zipline over the canyon (which I experienced firsthand!), hiking, camping, spelunking, and the many man-made semi-circular splashing pools created by damming small warm springs, allowing tourists to bath in warm waters while overlooking the canyon. The thermal hot spring river I soaked in for many hours was truly healing, but for me the main grotto was the sacred experience, the greatest gift, the wonder I shall return to in my mind over and over and over, one of the most breathtaking places in Mexico, perhaps the world. Gracias a la vida!

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Micro Macro Beauty photo by Susa
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Guardians photo by Susa

photogrphy by Susa Silvermarie

photography by Susa Silvermarie
Crossing photo by Susa